Art Journaling # 13





Did I ever mention that I'm a bookworm?

When I was a wee one,
my mother worked in the library
when my father was in graduate school.

On rare occasions, I got to go to the library
with her and hunker down in the small section
of children's books.

The smell of books and their heft in my hand
never fails to enchant me.

I love the semi-mystical feeling
of losing myself in a great story.

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